Dear Mrs. C., Did you think I forgot you? I didn’t. Did you think I took all the hard work you did this year for granted? I didn’t. Did you think I didn’t notice the extra things you did for Number 3 that you didn’t need to do? I did. I know I told you
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Cause they’re only young once.
The end of the school year was so crazy, and June is heavy on birthdays for us, and in the last few weeks I have fallen back into the habit of working at night as soon as dinner is done. Today was busy again, and at 8:00 I still had my post waiting to be
Why I Won’t Give My Kids An Allowance
Yesterday I wrote this post about how I have told my kids they have to wait 30 days before spending any of the money they happen to receive for their birthdays. And I’ve been doing a lot of thinking over the past couple days. I want to do a better job about teaching my kids
I’m issuing a spending moratorium.
There is a big house right down the road from me, and every time we drive by it, Number 3, 4, and 5 say, “That’s my house. When I grow up, that’s what my house is going to look like. But maybe bigger.” Number 3 then goes on to say how he will have a
Are We Focusing On What Really Matters?
Last week I had a little birthday party for Number 5. Actually, I didn’t have much to do with it. Number 4 and 5 planned it together. Then on Tuesday I had a party for Number 3. It was his tenth birthday, and seeing as it was the first double digit birthday, I told him he
With the Opening in the Back
Do you know what I hate more than emptying the dishwasher? More than putting the folded clothes away? More than Open House at school? More than chaperoning field trips and jury duty and even more than…Caillou? I hate taking my kids to the doctor for their fucking physicals. Why? Well, because of what happened when